Well, isn't that just lovely! Cher bless you, 1950s housewife. You're not going to get any, my love, because your frustrated, Bryl-Creemed husband has locked himself away to smoke pipes and build ships in bottles just to take his mind off the idea of plunging nuts-deep into your drip-tray - that just happens to reek like the bins of a sea-view hotel on a summer's afternoon.
Although I have to ask - 'soda'? They used soda? Really? I can't really imagine sitting there during 'Wheel of Fortune' while your nethermouth is fizzing away like a Sodastream. Well I can, I just choose not to. I'm strong like that. Yeah.
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Hence the expression "foaming at the gash"? (Casts eyes leftwards.)
Although it's the salt that surprises me more. Why would anyone even THINK of adding salt to... oh, hang on...
I expect toilet duck works equally well.
"Appealing daintiness" Oh dear lord.
Now I am just imagining those hard working scrubbing bubbles zipping around the rim in order to make it all a bit more sparkly fresh
According to the tinterweb "The active ingredient in many of the Lysol products is benzalkonium chloride.[1] This ingredient is highly toxic to fish"
you'd wonder why they shove it up their mingeflaps then, wouldn't you?
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